Wait
I love you
Wait
Work For me

And I remember the number of the train
A714

Look at me little child
I wanna see you cry
Look at me your own slave

A714

Grow old and stay poor
Maybe death has something nice for you
Keep dreaming and getting bored
Your dream will not come tomorrow

My feet hurts standing here up
Waiting to come in my work
My feet hurts standing here up
To see my own sons
And again I'm still here tomorrow